The Contest

The Contest

They sat at the table in the middle of the night, staring at one another under the dim light. The girl stared the creature square in the eye from the other side of the table. “You’ll lose,” the creature told her. It’s eyes were the colour of milk.

“I don’t care, the girl told it. “I’m not in the mood for your games right now.”

“Call them what you will, you’ll still fail,” It sneered.

“I’ll survive!” she retorted quickly. “Failure means nothing to me.”

“Is that so? I’m learning so much about you, Anna. You have no idea.” It made a mockery of a smile on its face.